Jim Richardson

What madness? What madness lurks within
my cranium wall?
What is this evil that surrounds
Us all?
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I desire to take a journey
To content my wandering soul,
I have a passion for a land
On some high and windy Knoll.
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The stream was glistening in
the morning air
Watching for a moment I
began to stare.
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Maybe tomorrow the wind will blow
And dry my cheeks of tears
Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine
And melt away the fears
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Almighty God, I come to you in
grief and sorrow
and ask that you give me
one more tomorrow
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Hark! I hear a voice! Whose voice
do I hear?
It began as a faint hum and now
It is so clear.
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Today, do not mourn Charles, mourn
for all that know not Christ.
Today We bid a sad but fond farewell
to Charles. A sad farewell knowing that
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Please, fetch my cloak and bind me close
For death is in the night,
The wind is chill, the odor strange and
Every breath a blight.
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Could you ever come back to me?
Could you ever forgive a past that I regret
With every thread of my soul?
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I hear the toll of the last bell
And sense God, s peace within
Slowly the toll fades away
Soon I will be free of sin
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Write me a sonnet with love and beauty
Beyond compare
Write me a sonnetof warnth and solace
And comfort O' so rare
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I have walked against the wind
From the time I was a child
Forward steps were hard to take
The wind was never mild
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You came to me in the darkness
from the past
I can breathe the smell of your
fracance and k now it
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I lay awake at night and listen
to the wind
At times when all is quiet I
can hear the river bend
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And one day just think you will
drink the dew from the morning rose
and bathe in a ray of sun
Take a breath from the gentle breeze
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The gloaming, a soft time, a silent time
The hush of day. A small allotment of time

Amid haste and pause, a time of reflection
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Have yopu ever watched the rain coming
Down in small droplets? Its as though the
Tears of Christ is cleansing the earth of
All ill favored countenance, giving the land
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I can see her face so clear as if it were a moment ago.
Yet, it has been years since last we met.
It was a dreary autum day, the sky overcast, the trees
Barren, a mist in the air. Sadness is present even now.
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When I have drawn lifes last fleeting
Breath do with me as you will,
Sear me in a firey grate or bury me
On a sunny hill.
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Pour the wine then shed a tear,
Cry for things long past.
Wet the tongue with the sweetness
Of grape,
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